Tuesday, 22 February 2011

Z becomes excZited and is Zhocked

It's been quite a day, one way or another. It started with an invitation to the zoo, went on to a reunion with an old friend and finished with a startling experience on Facebook Scrabble (look on Rog's Facebook page if you want to know more, I'm not saying another word on the subject).

Charlotte and I have known each other forever, she's a bit younger than I am, and our families have been friends forever - that is, for generations. She lives in Holland, where she grew up, although she often used to visit her English grandparents as a child, and has lived both in England and the Netherlands. The last time I saw her was at her mother's funeral several years ago, and when my mother was desperately ill in hospital I had phoned her to come over to visit her one last time - my mum wrong-footed us there by rallying and living with cheerful vigour for another six months.

She phoned this morning, she's travelling around the country for a few weeks and catching up with friends, so she's staying with us for a couple of days. The Sage had a meeting this evening, so she and I spent the whole time talking, and at one point she mentioned having corresponded with Benjamin Zander, the conductor, and meeting him when he invited her to a seminar as his guest. I became extremely excited - well, darlings, you know what I'm like - and described a concert I'd been to several years ago at Snape. You may remember that I wrote about it? That is, two or three of you might: anyway, I looked it up for her, and here it is. My usual laid-back blasé attitude, as you see.

Charlotte was keen for me to send it to him on Facebook; I demurred but I did let her email him the link. We've spent quite a long time this evening watching him on YouTube this evening. We meant to phone Wink, but never got around to it. Tomorrow.

The chap who left the first comment entered into teasing speculation about a man I'd sat next to at an earlier concert. I didn't mind being teased, but it wasn't fair on my neighbour, so I deleted the comments the next day.

Something like that, Simon darling, she's four years younger than I am.

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Oh, what's the problem? This is hardly Great Literature. I'd appreciate anything taken from here being acknowledged, and I might change my mind if I'm suddenly proclaimed as the Literary Queen of the Blogosphere - but I probably wouldn't. Do what you like, just as long as it doesn't extend to defamation of anyone, even me.

Actually, you want to pass off what I say as your own, I might even be flattered. Let's face it, who cares anyway?